This achingly beautiful poem made me recall the many times I've passed a young, sober-faced soldier "in his camo gear and buzz cut" at the airport.
Laux captures the tension of this scene with understatement--"Metz is alive for now"--and telling details--"the countless bones of his foot trapped in his boot"--along with the emotional landscape of one attentive bystander: "I don't believe in anything anymore: / god, country, money or love. / All that matters to me now / is his life, the body so perfectly made. . ."
Dorianne Laux is one of my favorite poets, and I plan to read her new book of poems after the semester wraps up.
I love to play with words. To capture moments on the page. To explore the physical and spiritual geography of what I call "fly-over country." I write from imagination, observation and my own experience of wandering in fly-over country--the literal, physical spaces of my life on the Minnesota prairie and the inner territory of the soul.
I teach writing and serve as the director of the Creative Writing Program at Southwest Minnesota State University in Marshall, Minnesota. I enjoy cooking and traveling with my husband Jim, reading, practicing yoga, playing tennis, biking, hiking and gardening.